Respite

Respite

Just a bit of info, concerning my insisten use of Japanese names for these boys:

Hikari Netto is in English Lan Hikari
Kojiro is in English Mick (geh, such a horrid name for him...)
And Rockman is Megaman (gotta mention him, although the poor dear's mentioned only once in this story...)

Right. Now, onto the smut:

[One-shot]

Bathed in the light of the radiant sun, a fleeting breeze whisking through the crowds of onlookers and immersed children, the Central City Aquarium and Water Research Plant was as great an attraction as ever to spend some time off. Looking through the tanks of exotic fish, petting the sharks, watching the dolphin show or poking fun at the slowpoke tortoise were only some of the ways to have a good time in one of Central City's first and foremost World Techonology Expo contenders.

On this particular day, however, all was not pure and carefree joy and fun in the Aquarium. By the entrance, in a rather secluded spot by the LeviBus station stood two boys, talking.

"Kojiro...you actually grew fond of Plata during the time he was following you around, didn't you?"

The smaller of the boys, the black haired ruffian Kojiro, lowered his head, his eyes staring defiantly yet shameful back at Hikari Netto: "Feh! As if I'd come to like some damn animal..." he muttered, at which Netto kept his silence for a few seconds, before replying with a supressed smile: "Bird."

Kojiro looked up at him, his face a confused question mark, being too absorbed in keeping his composure: "Huh?" Netto grinned: "Plata's a penguin. Penguins are birds, not animals." Kojiro blinked at him a couple of times, dumbfounded by his teasing, before he turned away, his dark bangs hanging down in front of his face: "Who cares about what he is..." he mumbled.

Netto beheld him for about half a minute, different thoughts going through his head, mostly the same sort of thoughts he had been thinking since the incident with the guard bots back at the Central Academy. Kojiro was not exactly the person he was projecting himself as being, rather far from it, actually. Now, Netto was not the person to be yelling such things from the mountain tops; from time to time he had made himself guilty of the same thing. But Kojiro...

From since he had first seen him, he had seemed...tense, almost like a fiddle-footed animal, ready to retract behind his mask at any time, if indeed he ever left from that dark place behind it. One had to wonder what had caused him to abstain behind a facade so fervently. What might have happened to him to feel so vulnerable that he had to be someone else than he really was...

Without any real hesitation, caught up in his concern for his new friend, he reached out his arms and pulled Kojiro into a warm embrace. The victim of this errant niceness, neither prepared nor especially inclined, struggled to escape this rather uncommon situation: "Oi, Netto. What're you doing, man? C'mon, lemme go." he said, a slightly desperate look in his eyes, but Netto held him fast without too much trouble, Kojiro being, as previously mentioned, a not so very big boy.

"Y'know..." Netto said, holding the vainly struggling boy close to him: "...it's not healthy, what you're doing." Kojiro, apparently not in the mood for smalltalk, tried to get loose all the more: "What're you talkin' about? Lemme go!" he said, but again to no avail. "When I was little, my Papa always told me that hiding your true feelings, being untrue to yourself, is one of the most harmful things a person can do to himself. I think it's true. Kojiro...I have seen a lot through the years..." Netto said, nearly getting lost in memories.

For not being very old himself, no older than the person he was lecturing in fact, he had done a lot and seen even more. From time to time he would lie awake at night, just pondering all the things he had seen, all the people he had met...at those times, he would wonder if Rockman felt the same. He never could bring himself to talk about stuff like that with his Navi and brother, though, so he didn't know how his best friend handled their adventures. Considering his lack of courage in that situation, who was he really, to lecture Kojiro like this? Still..

"...I think, somewhere behind that rebellious mask of yours, there's a really warm and gentle person, a really great and nice friend...and...I would like to see that..." Netto trailed off, before leaning in and kissing the other boy.

Wide-eyed, Kojiro's struggling came to a stop as he felt Netto's lips on his own. A rush of emotion and panicky thoughts rushed through the boy's mind. Surprisingly enough, contrary to what one should expect, the most prominent of these were not that he was being kissed by another boy, one that he hardly knew to top it off, but the surprising realization that it was...rather enjoyable, save the plainly physical, that was. There, in Netto's embrace, he felt...warm, in lack of a better term. He felt warmth permeating him, his spine tingling with this newfound joy.

But at the same time, it scared him a little. He had never felt anything quite like this before, never felt so safe, so...free. It sort of felt like something was coming apart inside him, like an ice cube melting under the sun. It wasn't being entirely accurate, but what man-made words can convey feelings properly, but the closest he would get to how he was feeling at the moment was falling head-first out of a plane, knowing somewhere deep in his head he was going to hit the ground and die, but overcome entirely too much by the exhilerating sensation of flying. Putting his arms around Netto's shoulders, he kissed the other boy back, daring his lips with his tongue.

Netto could not but respond to such a delightful dare, parting his lips and meeting Kojiro's tongue on the half way, entangling and intertwining, and Netto grinned inside as Kojiro moaned, a throaty sound that reverbrated within his soul. Not breaking the rather heated kiss, he pushed Kojiro gently up against the wall he had been facing during their conversation, drawing first a small yelp from the other boy as he was pushed, and then another half-smothered moan as Netto brought their groins together, feelings Kojiro's hard length against his own, seperated by nothing but thin fabric. He smirked inwardly once more as Kojiro seemingly did everything in his power to experience that pleasure again, trying to rub his thighs against Netto's.

Netto abstained, however, at last breaking their kiss, but not pulling away the least. Slowly, as if he could not fathom the kiss had ended, Kojiro opened his eyes, beholding Netto with those black orbs, in those big, intensely confused and cute eyes he got when he was not playing his 'rebel'-routine. Seeing his half-dazed eyes, feeling his husky breath, seeing the way his tongue swiped out and licked his red lips, swollen from their long-lasting kiss, and feeling yet his hard member against his groin, an irresistible rush of wanting came upon him and he leaned into his throat, enjoying Kojiro's scent for a moment, a boyish and truly pleasant fragrance of warm skin, soap and that unidentifiable smell of arousal. Then, without warning, he drew a wet trace from his Adam's apple all the way up to his ear with his tongue, drawing a long, very nice mewl from the other boy, continuing over into a choked moan that sounded a lot like "...Netto." as his lips caught Kojiro's earlobe, sucking on it.

At the same time as he was helping himself to Kojiro's warm, tan flesh, his left hand went exploring down his front, finding without too much difficulty the hem of his sweater, pulling it up idly, almost teasingly, so that his hand could have passage inside, his fingers playing over his taut tummy, causing him to whimper in pleasure, his fingers entangling themself in Netto's hair, looking for something to hold onto in the waves of rolling sensuality, the tension in his loins, and just about everywhere in his body feeling like it could make him go mad any second. However, Netto had even more excruciating plans for the poor boy. For as Kojiro's hands took hold of his hair, he let his other hand slide effortlessly inside the waistband of the other boy's pants, his fingers running over his stiff member, now kept from him by nothing but a pair of silk boxers. Mumbling Netto's name over and over, Kojiro bucked into the teasing hand, wanting nothing in the world now but release from this sweet agony.

All too willing to grant his unspoken request, the intruding right hand went inside the confines of the silk boxers, taking at last hold of Kojiro's swollen cock, embracing it with loving fingers, caressing it gently as the hand started moving, and he had to make some noise, had to do something with this incessent pleasure, had to let some of this tantalizing feeling that was so close to agony it almost hurt, out. As if on cue, Netto faced back up and kissed him again, a wilder kiss than the first, their tongues almost battling for supremacy of the joined space of their mouths, each of their mouths causing vibrations in the millenial mulititude of nerves, the tension building ever higher, Netto's hand pumping Kojiro's hard length towards his release, his thumb sliding over the head of his leaking cock now and then, spreading Kojiro's precome over the tip of his aching erection.

And at last, as the nails of Netto's left hand raked lightly over the sensitive skin of the other boy's stomach, and Netto felt Kojiro's cock stiffen even more and spasm slightly, that blissful state unlike any other in the world, the true Nirvana came upon the black haired boy and he tugged harder at Netto's hair, shooting his seed all over the pumping hand. As those few delightful seconds of incomparable eternity ran out like sand between his fingers, however, he collapsed onto Netto, breathing shakily into his shirt, his eyes closed from the intense pleasure of his orgasm. Netto smiled to himself, deciding to take care of his own arousal at some later time. Milking the last few drops of come from Kojiro's by now half-limp cock, he pulled his hand out of the other boy's pants, licking most of the seed off before lifting Kojiro's chin with his other hand and kissing him, letting him taste himself, seemingly not to his dislike.

Standing there in the afterglow, when the kiss was finally broken, Kojiro looked up at Netto, smiling contently and warmly at him: "Mmh...dunno what I should say, but I think I love ya..." he mumbled, and Netto smiled warmly back at him, although he was neither in the sweet endorphine-intoxication of orgasm nor particularly interested in the other boy in such a manner. His true love was to be found elsewhere... Besides, he figured as he hugged Kojiro tighter, it was probably the endorphines speaking. But even so, he was a good friend...

Suddenly, from the Aquarium nearby, the alarms blared, and a scream of unison voices lifted from the massive construction, reflecting the cacophony and panic inside. Both of the boys looked over the aquarium, and before Netto could say a word, Kojiro was gone, running toward the aquarium as fast as he could, turning back at Netto and calling for him to come follow. So he did, and as such began another of Netto's adventures, with the theft of a rebel's cause.

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Wow...I actually wrote smut. Not half-veiled smut, or barely mentioned smut like in "Binary Love" (ah, how I mourn the passing of making something readable out of that idea), but true, honest-to-all-divine-powers-that-would-care-to-have-their-names-mentioned-in-the-same-sentence-as-a-yaoi-smut-fanfiction, smut. Well well...inhibition went the way of the dodo bird, for which I am grateful (thanks, inhibition-san, but may you burn in hell from now on, please? at least when I taken the bother of writing fanfics...) Well, I will cease to bother my readers now. I have a disturbing tendency going of my post-talk sections being longer and more elaborate than my fics... ~.~;;;

Well, as I mentioned, one last thing before I go, this is my first time trying to go all out on smut. If you read this story (which I must assume you have since you're reading this; Either that, or you're an exceptional post-talk lover, who love to hear people talk about what they've done, without actually having witnessed the spectacle for yourself) and see it in your good graces to leave me some feedback, please drop a line or two on his the smut worked out, pretty please?

Oh, and for 'Trinity Umegaki' who read and commented this before I came around to write this postscript, thanks a lot. I've never until this date, had someone tell me one of my stories were "hot". ;o)